{FIRST PERSON POV}
{JAUNE'S POV}
...Dad... he hugged me and kissed me. That... wow. I have no words to explain it.
He never does this since... since that day. My heart hurts so much. Why... why now? What changed?
What did I do differently? Is it because he is fully convinced that I won't be a Huntsman now, or is it something else?
As much as I want to pretend everything is okay, I know deep down that he treats me differently.
Countless times, I tried to have a friendly chat or have any father-and-son moments, and all he gave me was that same cold stare.
But today... today something was different. He hugged me. He hugged me.
My eyes start to water again, but I quickly blink it away because I can't cry right now.
Mom is driving so we can go to the park, and I don't want to make a scene.
I let out a sigh before leaning back in my seat, listening to the others talk to distract myself from thinking about Dad. I'll deal with it later, after we get home from the park.
"Noir, can you fucking stop bouncing? You're making me carsick!" Mordred scolds Noir.
I think she's starting to regret taking the middle seat instead of sitting in the back like usual.
"No!" Noir yells back at Mordred, bouncing even harder.
I know Mordred wants to choke Noir, but she can't do anything when her face is already green.
I let out a chuckle. She thought she wouldn't get motion sickness if she sat in the middle, but sitting in the middle is making it worse-especially with Noir not able to sit still.
"Noir, listen to your sister," Mom says from the driver's seat. I can see in the rearview mirror that she is not amused by Noir's behavior. I don't blame her. Noir is making things miserable for Mordred right now. Noir probably holds a grudge against Mordred with all the stuff Mordred says to her. How does a seven-year-old have that big of a grudge? I don't know. I was a good kid when I was seven years old.
...
On second thought, I wasn't that good of a kid when I was seven, considering I ran out into the forest in the middle of the night because my instincts told me to, and I ended up getting attacked by a Grimm.
Wait, I take that back. I was a good kid. I unlocked my Aura on my own, and that has to count for something.
I shake my head, then lean over the seat and talk to Mordred.
"Mordred, why don't you climb back here? There's room for you. Isn't that right, Jeanne?" I look back and ask Jeanne, who is sitting beside me.
"Yeah, Mordred. Jaune and I can just move a little, and you'll fit perfectly." Jeanne shifts to the side a bit and pats the space between her and me.
Before Mordred can answer, Saphron chimes in. "Yeah, Mordred. You can come to the back. It'll help your motion sickness without Noir sitting beside you and bouncing like crazy. And Olivia can sit in the seat instead of on my lap."
Mordred lets out a tired sigh. "Why can't I sit in the front? Blancheur could switch places with me!" She looks at Mom and puts on her best puppy eyes.
"Please, Mom... you wouldn't want your favorite daughter to vomit all over the car, right? Please..." She clasps her hands together and flutters her eyelashes.
Mom sighs and glances at her. "Mordred... I told you to take the motion sickness pills we bought just for you, but you refused and said you would fight it until you got rid of your motion sickness."
Mordred chuckles and scratches the back of her head. "I have made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment. Please forgive your foolish daughter and let her sit in the front."
It would have been endearing if her face wasn't green from trying to hold back vomit.
"Hmm... okay. You can sit in front, but only if Blancheur lets you." Mom then whispers to herself, but because I unlocked my Aura years ago-and because my body is stronger than a normal person's, especially after training my Aura further-my hearing is pretty good even without Aura active.
That enhancement lets me catch what she mutters: "This should be a good lesson for her not to refuse her meds again. This child of mine is too stubborn for her own good."
I think Mordred heard it too, because she groans and grabs the front seat. "Blancheur! Please! Switch! Switch with me! I can't handle your twin anymore!" Mordred starts shaking the front seat.
Blancheur panics, shaking her head before speaking softly. "No... I... it's my turn. Noir sat here last time we went out..."
Mordred tries to glare at Blancheur to intimidate her, and it still doesn't work-mostly because Mordred is too busy trying not to throw up.
Even though I can only see the back of Mordred's head, I'm sure it didn't work, because Blancheur, the most introverted member of the family, doesn't back down.
Noir gets excited when she sees her sisters arguing, and she starts bouncing even more, making Mordred groan before climbing into the back.
"Move away, fuckers! Make space, or I'm vomiting on you two fuckers!" she threatens Jeanne and me before sitting right down in the middle.
"Jaune! Hands! Massage me now!" She looks at me like she's seconds away from puking.
"Okay! Okay!" I panic and start massaging her forehead like I usually do when she gets carsick.
Jeanne chuckles, which makes Mordred glare at her. "What the fuck are you looking at, you soft bitch?"
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